I knew I had to have more. Touching his cock felt natural and wonderful and feeling it swell in my hands was incredible exciting. I wanted more and le...ned in. I licked up his shaft and across the head of his uncut dick. The taste was different, although I had no idea what to expect. My first taste only made me want more and soon I had his erect cock in my mouth. Again, it all seemed so natural.I began to let myself enjoy the experience, to enjoy pleasuring him. I began to revel in the feeling. No one else was dancing but we were there to have fun. After a couple of dances, I was getting sweaty and thirsty. We had Tim get us another round of drinks. When I got mine, I went out in the back yard to cool off. There was a picnic table with three guys sitting around it. I felt a little wobbly so I sat down."Hey, Tracy, you having a good time?" one of the guys asked.I finally placed him. He was Tiny Dickson. The rumor was that he had a big cock and that was where the nickname came from. He. The woman was young, perhaps 25 or so. She went down to the creek, squatted down. Then she stood up, pulled her clothes off quickly and slipped into the cold water. It took her some time to adjust, the water was very cold. Her breasts were full and sagged a bit, she had a bit of a soft roll across her abdomen. There was a mass of black natural pubic hair, her buttocks were slightly large for her frame. I found her beautiful, I sat there in the bushes and watched her from less than 20 feet away.. That was the only thing Bill could think of that would cause him to miss at that range. Bill felt something hot on the inside of his left arm just before he fired. Bill missed his head and but the thug's neck showered blood. The man that had held the girl was twisting on the ground with his pants wrapped around his ankles. He was fumbling for his own pistol tangled in his clothes. The girl was crawling toward her clothes crying softly, "No, no, no". Bill could see her bloody thighs and, looking.